Jason stood outside the bathhouse door for a moment, letting his heartbeat slow from the adrenaline rush. He could still hear water dripping inside, could still see Thalion's pale shoulders disappearing beneath the steaming surface.
"Clean clothes " he reminded himself. "Find him clean clothes."
He found Ylva in their room, shoving the last of their belongings into the cloth sack. Her ears twitched when he entered, but she didn't look up.
"Thalion needs clothes," Jason said. "Something that doesn't have blood on it."
Ylva grunted and tossed him a folded bundle from the corner of the room. "Found these in a cabinet. Probably left by a previous guest."
Jason unfolded the bundle.
A robe. Deep blue, almost black, with silver threading along the cuffs and collar. The fabric was soft—silk, maybe, or something finer. It looked expensive. It looked like something a high-born elf would wear to a banquet.
Jason raised an eyebrow. "You found this in a cabinet?"
